On July 11, 1979, when I was eight years old, Skylab fell to the earth. Debris showered Western Australia.  This 170,000 pound space station had odds of 1 to 152 of hitting a human, 1 to 7 of hitting a major city.  The news of the impending disaster must have filtered through our RCA television set, as the nightly news dramatized it all.  My young heart pounded in fear. Of all the memories I have carried through the years, one of them is this--I went outside on my swingset that evening and I prayed, "Oh God, please don't let Skylab hit me and my family. Protect people, so they don't get hurt." ... Read the Post